They said I was an Angel of Death.
A soldier of God,
A servant of our Lord.
They told us that He created all in His image.
We were His hate,
We were His anger.
They gave orders to destroy His enemies.
Crush the traitors,
Kill the heretics.
With fire and salt we were to purge the land.
Cleanse the mutants,
Burn the unclean.
With Sword and Shield we were to defend His laws.
Defend the righteous,
Protect the Just.
We were to write His words into history.
Burn flesh with faith,
scar bone with steel.
For this we would be righted of our wrongs.
Absolved of our sins,
Forgiven for our faults.
We are the soldiers of His Majesty. Our Lord.
His servants bound in prayer,
His Angels of Death.
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